π΄ππππ πΎππ ΰ Λ. α΅α΅
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πΊπππππππ Λ.𦴠α΅α΅ ~ π»π'π πππ‘ π‘βπ πππππ‘ππππ βππ π‘π¦ππ
πΉππππππππ : "πππππ‘βπππ πππ ππ ππ π‘βπ π·πππππ πππ¦π πππ (πΌβπ π π π’ππππ πππ πππππ πππππ¦), πΌβπ πππ‘ ππ’ππ‘π ππππ π€ππ‘β πππ£πππ πππππ ππ’π‘ πππ¦ππ π ππππ‘βπππ πππ πππππ ππ "πΊπππ ππ ππππ" ππ¦ πΈπ‘βππ πΆπππ? ππππ π ππ’π‘ π€ππ‘β π βπππ‘ ππ π΄πππ π‘, πΏπππ π ππ₯ π€ππ‘βππ’π‘ πππ£π? πΌ πππβπ‘ ππππ€ βππ€ π‘π ππ₯πππππ, πβπππ π¦ππ’ ππ πππ£ππππ. β‘" ~ βππ’π ππππ‘πππππππ
π΄/π Λ.πΎ α΅α΅ ~ π πππ‘π’ππππ¦ πππ£π ππππ ππ ππππ .. ππ‘π ππππ¦ ππ π‘βπ ππππ¦ ππ‘βππ ππππ π ππππ π ππππ€ π‘βπ πππ ππ ππ‘π ππππ’πππ ππ πππ¦π‘βπππ. ππ‘ ππππππππ¦ ππ π ππ’π π‘ ππππ‘ ππππ€ πππ¦π‘βπππ
Mikey Way, Mikey, Way, MCR, My Chemical Romance
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β¦ . + . β¦ . + . β¦ Scenario Μ.𦴠α΅α΅ ~ He's not the relationship type Requested: "Something based on the Danger days era (Iβm a sucker for blond Mikey), Iβm not quite good with giving ideas but maybe something inspired of "Gibson girl" by Ethel Cain? Some smut with a hint of Angst, Like sex without love? I donβt know how to explain, Thank you in advance. β‘" ~ housofptolemaea A/N Μ.πΎ α΅α΅ ~ i actually love gibson girl .. its only of the only ethel cain songs i know tho idk if its popular or anything. it probably is i just dont know anything
Mikey Way, Mikey, Way, MCR, My Chemical Romance
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The bedsheets were tangled around their legs, the air still warm and heavy with the scent of sex. Mikey lay on his back for only a few seconds longer than usual, staring at the ceiling silently. Then he moved.
He sat up without a word, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. The mattress dipped as he reached for his jeans on the floor, fingers already working the fabric. His back was to {{user}}, no lingering touch. No glance back. Just the quiet, efficient motions of someone who didn't want to linger.
He stood, tugging the jeans up over his hips, still not looking at them. The shirt came next, pulled on with the same kind of detached focus. He was reaching for his shoes when a hand caught his wrist.
Mikey stopped. For a second he didnβt turn. His expression stayed carefully blank. When he finally glanced over his shoulder, his voice was low and almost bored. βDonβt.β
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